Newspaper Poem
The health care bill upsets Davy Crockett
Madness and psychological scars of Tiger Woods
The fun and mystery of the nuclear plant theory seems bullish to many
Gibb's herbal drug finds her an oasis in nature
Dollars wasted in Providence when Ben Stiller buys rocks posed as pointless art
The gays weakened the Dutch with the Pope incident, bringing up the death toll in a showdown
Survival of the tumble are to be hunted down by an Elvis Presley bounty hunter
Wimpy teens roll joints and engage in underage smoking to fit in with the Blue Man Group
As characters from New Moon and Princess and the Frogs retool society
The gases of burden seep up on society Goodbye
The air, calm and cool, brushes upon my skin
The sun shines bright, rays in all directions
They bounce off of her face, reflecting back at me
They are rays of beauty, rays of flawlessness
She is a goddess on Earth, a walking deity
As she nears, she begins to crumble
The once calming air, pulls her apart, piece to piece
The dust billows in the air, flooding my sight
I reach out to help her, save her
But there is nothing left to save Dust in the Wind
It gusts by, whipping at me, hard to bide
Though there is torment, sublime stands by its side
The health care bill upsets Davy Crockett
Madness and psychological scars of Tiger Woods
The fun and mystery of the nuclear plant theory seems bullish to many
Gibb's herbal drug finds her an oasis in nature
Dollars wasted in Providence when Ben Stiller buys rocks posed as pointless art
The gays weakened the Dutch with the Pope incident, bringing up the death toll in a showdown
Survival of the tumble are to be hunted down by an Elvis Presley bounty hunter
Wimpy teens roll joints and engage in underage smoking to fit in with the Blue Man Group
As characters from New Moon and Princess and the Frogs retool society
The gases of burden seep up on society
Goodbye
The air, calm and cool, brushes upon my skin
The sun shines bright, rays in all directions
They bounce off of her face, reflecting back at me
They are rays of beauty, rays of flawlessness
She is a goddess on Earth, a walking deity
As she nears, she begins to crumble
The once calming air, pulls her apart, piece to piece
The dust billows in the air, flooding my sight
I reach out to help her, save her
But there is nothing left to save
Dust in the Wind
It gusts by, whipping at me, hard to bide
Though there is torment, sublime stands by its side